ESCAPE

Chapter-5

VALENTINA

The man who rescued me, (who I must comment has a name that I have still not caught), was trying to explain to the others what happened.

'You just threw yourself into that crowd?!', yelled the man named Paul.

'Well, technically I just walked into it', he said and I couldn't help but smile at his remark.

'Zayn, this is not funny', he said sternly.

'Look, I'm still in one piece', he said.

'Yeah, how are you still alive?', asked the man with long brown hair.

'The fans are not that scary once you tell them to help you', he said with a shrug.

Honestly, I was still shaken by what had happened.

And let me tell you this, never again am I going to go anywhere with this guy.

'What matters right now, is that you were seen with a girl in front of hundreds of fans', said Paul.

'No, what matters now is that this girl is not safe', he said sternly.

'She is not our problem, Zayn. She must have parents or guardians worried sick about her', he said and then looked at me.

I shook my head at that.

'You don't?', asked the blonde guy.

I shrugged.

'Why isn't she talking?', asked the man with short hair.

'Probably because she doesn't understand us', said the long haired man.

'Yes, Harold. The girl has no clue about that the English language  and yet she decides to nod and shake her head at our questions', said the man with a fringe of hair over his forehead.

'Have any of you tried considering the fact of asking her?', asked Paul with a tired expression.

My fellow partner in crime then turned to me and asked, 'Why aren't you replying?'

I touched my throat and then shook my head, hoping that they would understand.

'Oh my God, she has a throat ache!', exclaimed the blonde guy and the short haired guy smacked him on the head for that.

'No you idiot! She's trying to tell us that she cant talk', he said.

'As if we dint get that', said the long haired guy.

'You idiots! Guys shes a mute!', he finally yelled and they all went, 

'OH'.

I smiled uneasily and then they all gave me warm smiles.

'Can you tell us your name?', asked the blonde.

'Give her a pen and paper', said Paul and I was quickly given one.

'Valentina', I wrote on it.

'Valentina', said Paul as he read it and I smiled.

'Well, I'm Paul, I manage these goofs', he said and I smiled.

'I'm Harry', said the long haired man and I smiled. 'Sorry for scaring you back there', he said and I smiled at him, letting him know I was fine.

'I'm Niall', said the blonde.

'Liam', said the short haired one.

'Louis', said the fringe cut one.

'I think you know my name', said the last one and I blinked.

'Oh for the love of god, lady! You just spent a good solid hour with me and heard at least a hundred people scream my name these past minutes!', he exclaimed and I shrugged.

'No need to be vain, Zayn', said Harry and he then started laughing about how it rhymed.

'Zayn', he said.

Oh.

That was his name, Zayn.

I liked how it felt as I tried to say it, it was like a soft buzz in my mouth.

'Okay, Valentina, I don't know if you know what this is, but these boys are a band', said Paul and I looked at them.

'You sing?', I wrote.

'You could call us talented', said Louis and the rest of them nodded in agreement.

'The thing is, we travel constantly and we don't know what to do with you', he said.

I bit my lower lip and then an idea shot through my mind.

'Can you take me home then?', I wrote.

'Funny how she doesn't know us, yet knows our songs', said Louis and I looked at him with a confused look.

'He's just being himself, ignore him', said Zayn and I giggled.

'Where do you live?', asked Paul.

'Italy'

'Italy, huh?', he asked and I shrugged.

'We wont be in Italy till a month', he said and I frowned.

'She could stay with us', said Harry.

'It's not as simple as it sounds Harry. If she's a missing person, we're going to deal with a lot of problems including politics', he said.

'We'll just hide her', said Zayn.

'How is that even possible? You've already exposed her to your world', he said.

'We'll find away and besides isn't that what  management does best? Make the most incredulous stories?', he asked and I could sense the sudden tension in the air.

'Zayn, this wont be easy', said Paul, trying to calm him down.

'I wont let you take her away from me! You didn't see what she was running from! Just look at her! Do you think she's going to be safe if we just abandon her? She'll be dead!', he said and I flinched at his last word.

'Er, Zayn, you're scaring her', said Louis and he gave me an apologetic smile.

'No one is going to force her into whatever torture she faced before. But you have to understand that we need to notify your management if you want her safe', said Paul.

'That's what you said before', said Zayn and then walked out of the room without a word.